𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑂𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 {𝐴 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒}

𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒.

2 months Later
'A Boogie...wake up son'

Artist Dubose
My eyes fluttered open and I was in the same room I'd been in for the past 2-3 months; I'd lost count of the days. I was sick of this, everyday these weak ass niggas would ask me questions that I wouldn't answer than they'd beat my ass and leave.

Pinto: I seen your girl the other day she not looking good, I figured I might swoop in and try and comfort her. What you think Slim?

Slim: Go for it...don't got nothing to say Mr. Boogie?

Artist: How much longer your sorry ass niggas gone keep this shit up?

Pinto: Well since you content on not giving us information boss says in the next couple weeks, we'll off you for real, then drop your body off to Sincere, you still fresh from your early morning beating so we'll leave you alone

They left the room and I noticed Slim had left knife from earlier. If I could just get to it, I could get the fuck out of this bitch. I was weak and every movement I made caused pain in a different area of my body. I wanted to get back to my baby...the way they talked about her scared me. I finally got to the knife and cut the fucking ropes off and climbed through the window and the people on the street looked scared, so I knew I had to look like a damn zombie. I was down the road from my house and I just hoped Sincere was here.